Monthly Archives: July 2020

Optics

Chicago riots, 1968, made optics the conservatives could use. Though catalyzed when cops provoked the hate, it looked like mobs and looters on the news. Police deceived like Trump; they always claimed “resisting” or “combative” as they framed the kids, … Continue reading

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Oxygen

I recognize a cultural motif concerning breathing. Millions have awoke to knees-on-necks and choke holds, and the grief of systematic bias. Victims spoke forever who were muzzled and unheard, now constrained to orate through a mask. Compromised by virus or … Continue reading

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Disagreement

I seldom take prescription medicine, but after recent implant surgery (tooth number 4, for core titanium), the dentist wrote up pain relief and more. A 10-day course has been my regimen of purple/pink Amoxicillin caps. And I was well at … Continue reading

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Tuesday

No customary habits can emerge when custom changes every other day. I heard we need no mask. Infection’s surge then made the experts change the words they say. First respiratory droplets brought the scourge – they’re now suspecting aerosol array. … Continue reading

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Not Nearly November

Some thought Coronavirus was a flu like those we knew, and bound to hibernate when our humidity and warming grew, but summer’s here and illness won’t abate. The optimists assert it’s like a cold, and though our UVI’s are not … Continue reading

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Science Gets in the Way

The journalists wanna rake over the evidence Feds won’t make over. But research is clear tests would just interfere. We can’t let the science take over.

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Humidity

They say it doesn’t flourish in humidity. We’re blessed with damp air.

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Say Which?

The bug is new, and creatures who should lead are aiming, if they have an aim, to block emerging facts from notice. They impede statistics, bury data. It would shock us but our tolerance to stupid, bad and venal is … Continue reading

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Benign Neglect

My garden attitude’s benign neglect; I never went for soil on my hands or stooping. I’m so old my neck is wrecked from telephones and tension – I don’t need to stress my knees and back as I’d expect if … Continue reading

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Bad Spit

The root canal and implant surgery, my dental treatments during quarantine, one necessary, one appropriate, are why I ventured from the sanity of home alone and comfortable hygiene (the pain and symptoms weren’t counterfeit). A hair salon I’d fain be … Continue reading

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